(Xie: Ye Shuo brothers' monthly pass.) ）

What was written on the paper on Lan Xinhui's desk was a secret word about the treasure, but each sentence was circled around as if a lot of annotations had been made, which showed that Lan Xinhui had put a lot of thought into it.

Wang Yuan picked up the paper and studied it carefully under the candlelight, and Lan Xinhui explained in a whisper on the side: "Childe, the first two sentences of 'Zizhong's son, 'the son of Zizhong' uttered 'the fir of the east gate', and we have also confirmed that there is indeed a fir tree on the hill to the east that day and night. The second sentence 'the moon rises brightly, and the best people are young' We also analyze that it is on the night of the fifteenth bright moon, which may correspond to the previous sentence and can identify the specific direction. We'll find out as soon as we find out. What keeps the slave thinking about it is the last few sentences, so the slave has always wanted to solve the mystery of the next few sentences. ”

Wang Yuan said: "But what did you find?" ”

Lan Xinhui said: "I don't know if it's a discovery, the third sentence 'Lingyu is zero, and he lives on the other side." The slave knew that his words came out of the "Prescription of Determination". Therefore, the full text of this poem was recorded aside, and the words and sentences were scrutinized, as if I had realized some way. ”

Wang Yuanxi said: "Come and listen." ”

Lan Xinhui nodded and said: "Yes, the slave knows that the poem "Dingzhi Fangzhong" is written about Wei Wengong's construction of a palace on top of Chuqiu, and the back is to praise Wei Wengong's virtue and morality. Although the sentence taken in the secret language is 'the spiritual rain is zero, and the order is the other.' The slave didn't think of its connection to the treasure, but maybe it was just a deliberate obfuscation, just to convey that there was something we needed in the verse, or maybe it was just a guide. ”

Wang Yuan didn't understand what he heard, and frowned: "You mean, those two sentences just tell us that the answer is in the verse, but they are not confined to these two secret sentences?" ”

Lan Xinhui smiled and said, "That's exactly what the slave meant. ”

Wang Yuan said: "Go on, I don't think it's necessarily wrong to think so, after all, it's a treasure secret language, if you use conventional ideas, you may not be able to solve the puzzle." ”

Lan Xinhui nodded, pointed to a few lines of poetry on the paper and said, "After changing this way of thinking, the slave quickly found the clue. Childe, please look at these sentences, 'In the prescription of determination, it was made in the Chu Palace. It was made in the Chu room. ’。 In today's language, it is: with the stars in the sky in October, a new palace will be built in Chuqiu. Measure the direction with the shadow of the sun, and then you can build the palace with peace of mind. These four sentences are all about site selection and positioning, is it a hint? Is the reference of the position of the stars and the shadow of the sun as the reference object of the palace of Weiwen Gongxiu to further hint at the ambiguous orientation of our first two sentences? They are positioned by the stars and the sun, and the second sentence of the secret phrase says that it is the night of the full moon, does it imply that we must locate it with the full moon? ”

Wang Yuan's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that it is such a hint that if there is a treasure, it must be in an extremely secret place, and the role of the secret word is to guide the direction; The first two secret sentences are vague and difficult to know the exact direction, and this sentence must be a further guide. Miss Lan, you are really smart, bow down. ”

Wang Yuan bowed his hand, and Lan Xinhui hurriedly returned the salute: "The slave is just guessing, but it is not necessarily right, the son is like this, but the slave can be tormented." ”

Wang Yuan waved his hand and said: "I can't be wrong, this idea must be right, I have a hunch." Go on. ”

Lan Xinhui was encouraged and very happy, and continued with a light tap: "The slave also thinks that the construction of a palace in Chuqiu in this poem is also a hint. Chu is the meaning of bushes, and the ancient saying that the land of thorns and thorns refers to the wilderness of the jungle and thorns. Isn't the meaning of Chuqiu the meaning of a hill overgrown with trees and thorns? Isn't the hill at the east gate a hill full of trees and thorns? The slave thought it was another hint. ”

Wang Yuan stroked his palm and praised: "The person who sets up the mystery is already very thoughtful, and the person who can solve the mystery is even more thoughtful, and I can be regarded as a teacher of Miss Lan's ability." ”

Lan Xinhui pursed her lips and smiled, pointing to the remaining few sentences and reading: "The hazelnut of the tree, the lacquer of the chair, the qinse." These three sentences are even more crucial, which means that hazel and chestnut trees are planted around the palace, and catalpa lacquer and chair paulownia, which are cut down for use after they are matured. This is undoubtedly a clearer guideline. A few days ago, I went to the mountain bag alone and walked a few times, and in addition to the fir tree, pine and cypress, and locust tree, there were hazel trees, chestnut trees, and plane trees. There is no reason why the slave should not think that this is a further guide. ”

Wang Yuan has nothing to say, according to Lan Xinhui's reasoning, he can almost conclude that this is the mystery, otherwise where would there be so many coincidences?

"So what are we waiting for? I can't wait to check it out. Miss Lan, I'm afraid that no one in this world can understand this mystery except you, it's really hard for you. ”

Lan Xinhui smiled shyly: "Childe, don't praise me so much, it's useless for a slave to be in the house, I'm afraid I can only help Childe use these little brains." Even so, I don't know if the guess is right, maybe it's just wishful thinking. ”

Wang Yuan said: "If it's true or not, you can see it at a glance, go." ”

After that, he stretched out his hand and took Lan Xinhui's hand, and walked towards the outside of the house. Lan Xinhui shook her arm slightly, and found that Wang Yuan was unconscious, she was immersed in excitement, and she had to give up at the moment, and was dragged by Wang Yuan's little hand to the courtyard, and then she remembered something and said: "Slow, bring two lanterns, I'm afraid it's pitch black in the forest, and it's not easy to walk." ”

Wang Yuan nodded, stretched out his hand and picked up two lanterns from under the porch, and the two of them each carried a lantern and quietly went out of the courtyard, passing through the courtyard of the inner house to the front yard.

The father of the Huang family was recently arranged to be the janitor at night, and he heard the movement and peeked out from the gatehouse. Wang Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and prevaricated a few words, Father Huang saw that Wang Yuan was going out, and he didn't dare to ask more, after all, now Wang Yuan is not the previous Wang Yuan, he can be called the head of the family, so he told a few words, opened the door and let the two go out.

All the way to the east, the two hurried to the side of the mountain bag, although the moon is in the sky, but the whole mountain bag is still standing in black shadow slightly gloomy. Wang Yuan found that the last time he came, the edge of the mountain was full of thorns and weeds, and this time there was actually a path that seemed to have been trimmed, so he said softly: "It seems that someone has rested here." ”

Lan Xinhui nodded and said, "The slave cut down the thorns here, just so that the son can come here tonight so that he can walk better." ”

Wang Yuan sighed, some thoughts in his heart were not broken, and he suddenly realized that Lan Xinhui had put enough effort and thought into tonight's affairs; Whether it is from the explanation of the secret words, or in the preparation in advance, she has done everything she can do, which is actually very unusual. Wang Yuan himself actually didn't have any special expectations for whether this treasure could be found, but it was obvious that Lan Xinhui took the things she explained to her very seriously. Wang Yuan thought in his heart: Maybe it is because Lan Xinhui has no sense of existence in this family, so she values every place where she can contribute, and tries her best to be perfect, this woman is indeed a self-respecting person.

The forest was dim and there was no human figure, and when he stepped on the side of the mountain, the sound of wings fluttering in the treetops sounded, and several birds flew away with strange chirps, so frightened that Lan Xinhui hugged Wang Yuan's arm tightly. Wang Yuan whispered a few words of comfort, and lit a lantern with a fire fold to illuminate the surroundings, which eased some of the tense atmosphere.

The two of them walked around the dense forest for a short time, and found that they still had no clue, and some hazel, chestnut and plane trees were also scattered in a haphazard manner, and they could not see anything special. Moreover, the moonlight outside the forest is bright, and it is actually dark in the forest, and there is no moonlight penetrating at all, let alone sighing for positioning according to the moonlight.

Wang Yuan couldn't help but be a little deflated, sat down under a fir tree in front of him, and sighed: "Hey, after all, I have no clue, sit down and rest for a while, and then check later." ”

Lan Xinhui frowned, sat quietly next to Wang Yuan, and suddenly asked, "What time is it?" ”

Wang Yuan thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid that when we don't have a child, we will be two and a half when we come." ”

Lan Xinhui nodded slightly and said, "Let's blow out the lantern." ”

Wang Yuan was stunned and said, "What are you doing blowing lanterns?" ”

Before she could finish speaking, Lan Xinhui took the lantern hanging on the treetops and popped it twice, blowing it out. Wang Yuan only felt that his eyes were dark, and everything around him was in darkness, Lan Xinhui's body was lying beside him, trembling slightly, obviously a little scared.

Wang Yuan asked in a low voice, "Why did you blow the lantern?" ”

Lan Xinhui's warm tone blew in Wang Yuan's ear, and she said in a low voice: "When the full moon is a child, I wonder if there will be new discoveries when it arrives at the child." ”

Wang Yuan nodded and said, "Okay, let's stay until the time, but it's boring to sit like this." ”

Lan Xinhui chuckled and said, "If the son is bored, the slave will sing a tune to relieve your boredom." I'm afraid that singing in the forest in the middle of the night will be thought to be a ghost singing. ”

Wang Yuan smiled: "Isn't this place called a haunted place?" We've all lived here, are we still afraid of ghosts? I haven't heard you sing yet, so let's listen to it. ”

Lan Xinhui said: "What are you singing? Sing "The Peach Blossoms on the Human Face Are Red" or "The Grass on the Plain"? ”

Wang Yuan shook his head and said, "Why do you sing my poems, I don't want to listen to my own poems." Sing individual. Whatever it is, as long as it's not my poem. ”

Lan Xinhui smiled and said, "Do you still have this quirk?" I don't like to listen to my own poems. Okay, then the slave sings a little bit of it. ”

Wang Yuan nodded and listened quietly with bated breath, but Lan Xinhui took a slight breath in his ears, muttered for a moment, and sang softly:

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a fact.

The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming.

The son is home, and it is suitable for his family.

The singing is tactful and soft, and the lingering sound is very moving.

Wang Yuan felt as if Lan Xinhui was singing to him, and suddenly felt something in his heart, and turned his head to look at Lan Xinhui.

But seeing Lan Xinhui's eyes shining in the dark, she was looking at herself quietly, silently.